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[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

Always more work to do. Always.

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[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

Tell me, what do you know about a small girl taking too many liberties?

(ooc: So I figure we can pretend that these two talking is a day or two after Gregori and Morgan had their run in. If this doesn't work for you, just let me know)

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

[The look on her face says it all. She knows quite a bit.] Fucking Irish brat. I know that she's putting a serious dent in my operations. I know that she counts herself among yet above the South Boston Saints -- doesn't really follow the 'no bystanders' rule the boys had. I know she wears a size six. And I know I want her to die a slow and painful death...as the Saints watch.

[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

She is with the Saints? [This is news to Popov, but that's not too surprising. He's not exactly high on the totem pole.]

She and I have some unfinished business.

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

Follows their MO. Pennies on the eyes, arms crossed. Though she does like to shoot point blank. Hmmmm...

[she looks at him, a smile forming] Unfinished business, you say? Then how about your boss and I have a little chat. He loans you out to me. You help me hunt down the girl and then she's all yours to...play with til the MacManuses arrive.

[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

[A smile forms over his face]

This plan sounds very fair. I will inform my employer that you wish to strike a deal.

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

Good. [She hands him her card] Have him call me.

[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

[Takes the card and slides it into his wallet.]

Have a good day, Miss Yakavetta. [He turns to deliver the message, seeing no point in wasting time when there are people like this devil of a girl running free and unchecked.]